- So you’re sure that you’re not a Leprechaun?
- Yes, I’m sure!
- But babe, you haven’t taken off your tall green hat since the day we met.
- I’m bald.
- Oh god, I think I’m going to be sick.
- Look, I promise I’m not a Leprechaun, I just really like 19th century buckled shoes.
- You’re bald? When were you going to tell me?
- I… uh… I mean I guess was planning on it, but—
- Dating someone who’s bald is like living in hell.
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